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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A small collection of night rants and hopes.
From one person battling mental demons to another...
Maybe it's not an illness at all. Maybe it's the fact that we chose not to settle, and we always want more.
To those dreamers, the ones who suffered in the silence between daybreak to the echoes of fleeting hopes on the wall, these are for you.
To my tribe, the ones who stayed the nights of crying alone and facing their demons in the images on the walls, I hope they meant something.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A small collection of night rants and hopes.
From one person battling mental demons to another...
Maybe it's not an illness at all. Maybe it's the fact that we chose not to settle, and we always want more.
To those dreamers, the ones who suffered in the silence between daybreak to the echoes of fleeting hopes on the wall, these are for you.
To my tribe, the ones who stayed the nights of crying alone and facing their demons in the images on the walls, I hope they meant something.